How
cold is it? So cold I had to use my hair
dryer to thaw out the aluminum window frame so I could open the window to get to the bird feeder.
So
cold it was frosted and icicled.
That’s
right, seven degrees Fahrenheit, or minus 14 Celsius: a bit frosty.
The
finches were glad to get a free breakfast.
An
Oregon Junco was next in line.
There are always chickadees.
I
finally found a name for this little guy.
They come and go so fast I’ve had a hard time getting a clear
photo. At first I thought it was some
kind of warbler or wren. But now I’ve
figured out it is red-breasted nuthatch.
Of
course we have a plethora of sparrows (aka flying pigs) visiting the bird
feeder.
And
the squirrels clean up the left-overs underneath.
Still,
for all the frigid temps, construction continues across the street.
But
they’re using a gas heater to warm things up before they go to work.
